A Play on the Sanctity of Human Life, in Four Acts
MARK (to himself and audience): That was, of course, a temporary solution at best. I am now a fugitive from the law, to be hunted by the
IRS and liable to be arrested until this
misunderstanding is cleared. Hmmm... or
is it a misunderstanding? What are the chances of IRS agents knocking on my door and demanding all my records
immediately on the very day that my testimony could have dealt Trent Roberts his first defeat in court? If I had complied and attempted to gather all my income statements as I was asked, this would have taken hours, and I would have been unable to testify today. The audit itself would have consumed even more time, perhaps preventing me from testifying until Roberts had won or my testimony was no longer relevant. As of now, I cannot prove this connection, nor that Roberts was somehow able to influence the IRS behind the scenes, yet any coincidence such as this would be too bizarre to be within the realm of reasonable probability. But, what to do next? Shall I go to court anyway and testify? Yes, go to a government institution while I am hunted by the government! Go into the lion's mouth! That cannot be. Where else shall I head where I might escape the IRS and perhaps have time to deliberate on how to reverse Roberts' scheme? Hmmm... what about a place that neither the IRS nor any other part of the government nor the general public know much about, namely, Grummond Laboratories? Mr. Neville will be absent from there, granted, but Dr. Waltonford is skilled enough in legal matters to give me advice on how to respond, and perhaps outmaneuver both Roberts and the IRS. In any case, any attempt at remedying this unfortunate turn of events will be a step forward from my present state. The situation cannot be more grave; I must do what I can, myself to save.
(Curtain.)
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